A smile at any rate is to be had.
“But there is Jacques, who ever seem’d to treat
Thy Brother kindly as we chanced to meet;
Nor with thee only pleased our worthy guide,
But, in the hedge-row path and green-wood side, 300
There he would speak with that familiar ease
That makes a trifle, makes a nothing please.
“But now to my farewell—and that I spoke
With honest sorrow—with a careless look,
Gazing unalter’d on some stupid prose—